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Autumn laid gifts upon my neck,

sharing their treasures and laughing as I floated about—

before fleeing into the woods to find rest.

It was silent, the days before I heard your news,

the air suffocated with searching strain,

but you had been gone three days already.

I imagine you were found gloriously silent,

nature surrounding,

enclosing you,

cupping you

into the peace abounding just beyond.

Seeping into the earth,

rising out—

a dove,

hovering.